Gohan returned from his study session at 10:00 P.M. and proceeded straight to bed without seeing any of his family members. Early the next day, before any of the other Sons had awaken, he left to study and work out at the remote mountain hangout that he, Goten, and Trunks had designated a year ago. At 9:00 in the morning his parents rose not surprised to find that their elder half-Saiyan son was not home. The other lay asleep in his bed, not due to rise for another hour. After a quick breakfast Goku did the one thing he was always sure of how to do: train as his human wife Chi-Chi watched from her perch on the former's shirtless back.

"I just don't understand, Chi-Chi. I thought that we would finally be happy now that some maniac isn't trying to blow up the planet," pondered Goku whilst he practiced push-ups using only his right index finger.

"Well you have to see it from his perspective, honey. The boy has supported a family, study advanced academics, mentor two young boys, and even save the world on two occasions, all without a father figure to guide him," responded the brunette human.

"But you and Goten have forgiven me," said the Saiyan as he switched arms seamlessly and began his next set of fifty push-ups.

"Goku, we aren't Gohan. Goten a seven year-old boy; he's not emotionally mature enough to truly understand the concept. I realize you did what you for the sake of the Earth and therefore can't hold it against you. Whoa!" The last syllable was shouted when as Chi-Chi lost her seat for less than a second while her husband did an impressive spin move and caught the woman in his hands. Once he had set her down he walked away a safe distance so he could begin the next phase of his training routine.

Chi-Chi could tell that he needed a few moments to take this in. She went inside to make a glass of lemonade knowing he would need it.

Goku continued on with his training. Raising both hands to the sky he gathered Ki into his hands and formed a moderately-sized energy sphere with it. Once the Saiyan was satisfied with the ball he tossed it into ten feet into the air above him, waiting for it to fall down on him. It collided on his head and pushed him to his knees, producing the desired effect. The man continued on with this activity for ten full minutes until he got carried away and created a sphere twice as large as the ones before, pushing him to the ground leaving him exhausted.

"Chi-Chi, honey, could you please bring me a Senzu bean while you are inside?" asked the hero from his position on the ground. After taking a breath of preparation Goku jumped back up to a standing position, albeit scarred and burned from the intense work out he had gone through. The Sons decided that they should keep a stock of Senzu beans to make up for their intense training methods. After a minute or two the Ox King's daughter was back outside handing her mate both a refreshing glass of lemonade and a Senzu bean. He wasted no time indulging in the beverage's sweet flavor.

"Thanks, Chi… Say, do you think that Gohan will ever forgive me?" queried the warrior while he munched on the miraculous vegetation, reinvigorating his battered body.

"That's not for me to decide. But if Gohan is still the same kid I think he is then he will come around if you give him time."

"Yeah that makes sense." Goku took another sip of his wife's delicious lemon drink. When he was done he placed it on the ground.

"Who knows, maybe he has finally found his inner Saiyan pride?" The couple had a good laughing fit as they both imagined their spawn looking and acting like Vegeta.

"I am Gohan, the son of the Saiyan warrior, Kakarot! I am the strongest in the universe!" exclaimed the imaginary Son Vegeta.

"What a scary thought," uttered Chi-Chi in deadpan.

"Say honey, didn't you need to go to the supermarket?" inquired Goku.

"M-Hm," pronounced the female as she finished off the last of the lemonade and set it on the ground. With one quick move Goku grabbed his wife in a hug, placed two fingers on his forehead, found the Ki of their favorite cashier, and transported both he and his wife store.

"Thanks honey, I'll only be about an hour or two," she stepped up and planted a kiss on Goku's cheek. ", and Goku don't be too hard on him, he's going through a tough time." Her eyes were large and pleading, so Goku took them to heart. When she had finished saying this she turned around and headed towards the dairy isle.

Before Goku would speak to his son again he needed to do some relaxing. After a second of searching for Ki, he found the one he was looking for and used the Instantaneous Transmission to travel to Capsule Corp.


Vegeta and his human mate Bulma awoke on Saturday to find that their hybrid son had already left to play with their Saiyan friend Goku's children. Bulma whipped up her husband's favorite breakfast, bread rolls, and then followed him outside to watch his training and hear about his fabulous new exploits. Vegeta was ecstatic and was ready to share it.

"Oh yes, woman, I can see it now; Kakarot's going to be at my feat begging for mercy when I'm through with him," boasted the Saiyan prince for the umpteenth time as he beat into a boulder with his feat.

"Yes, I know Vegeta, you are now a Super Saiyan 3 and are going to crush Goku now," Bulma sarcastically replied. She took another sip of her coffee and sighed, thinking about her son. Looking around from her lawn chair she wondered just what Goku was doing today.

"Not only that, but the boy is going to follow in my footsteps. No one will be able to handle us. Kakarot and his idiotic sons won't be able to handle us. Our boy will be the greatest warrior to have ever lived!" Vegeta's last word corresponded with a masterful chop into the massive rock, splitting it in half. In the blink of an eye Vegeta had raised his hand and obliterated the stone in one blast.

"Um honey, sorry to burst your over-inflated bubble but the last time I checked Gohan's stronger than even Goku." The inventor smirked as she thought that her comment would shut the joyous man up. She was wrong.

"That nerd's going to lose all of his power soon if he keeps hitting books and not boulders like a true warrior. Now I just need to imbue some fighting spirit in our Trunks or he'll end up the same way." Vegeta grimaced when imagining the prospect of Trunks looking and acting like Gohan.

"I'm Trunks and I'm inspired by my great inventor mother, Bulma Briefs. I want to be as great a scholar as she is," stated the make-believe Gohan-Trunks.

"Has it ever occurred to you that perhaps Trunks might not want to grow up and be a fighter like you?" Bulma inquired of her husband. She knew of his cruel training practices, and while she understood the purpose, didn't find them necessary. It seemed that the Earth was finally beginning a new era of peace.
"I know what you're thinking: the Earth is safe, blah, blah, blah. Well that's why they all thought after Buu. Then that blasted insect showed up along with that Tapion fool made our son display emotional weakness! Do you understand how embarrassing that is?" Vegeta was now working on demolishing a titanium block.

"Oh how dare he show a shred of humanity? Did you ever realize that maybe, just maybe, he wants to just live a normal life and not always push himself to his utmost physical limits? He's not completely Saiyan?" Bulma clapped when the prince made a hole in the block shoving his entire body through in one swift summersault.

"This has nothing to do with his species! I don't want our family name to be known as a group of weaklings. We're not like that bald weirdo with his freaky robot fetish!" Bulma couldn't help but laugh at her mate's ridiculous joke, not caring to mention that Krillin was not bald anymore or that #18 was not a robot.

"Perhaps you haven't noticed it yet but this whole "family reputation" you keep baabling about does not really exist. You're the only one who cares." Bulma sighed because she knew speaking to Vegeta when he was in this mood (nearly almost all the time) was no more productive than speaking to the boulders he practiced on.

Vegeta really did not care what his wife said. Right now all he cared about was taking flight into the sky directly above him and continuing on with his training. Both hands were stuck out as he unleashed a storm of Ki blasts outward and used his control over them to lead them to collide within his body at full speed. However, he overestimated his own power and left himself injured on a crash course for the Earth below.

"Bulma, the bean!" he cried out using some of his last strength. The lady knew just what to do. Grabbing from their supply of Senzu beans gathered to heal after their crazy training sessions Bulma tossed the vegetable at full force towards Vegeta's face, which he caught in his mouth and chewed, reinstoring his vitality and landing on his hand after in a remarkable display of skill and finesse.

"You know woman, if the boy can be as helpful as you are maybe he can be permitted to be an inventor or whatever. But before anything as crazy as that happens I need to devote myself to mastering Super Saiyan 3 and taking down Kakarot." As if he had read his mind, his Saiyan rival appeared there that instant with an expression showing that he wanted nothing more than to get in that Gravity Chamber and fight Vegeta with all his might. The Saiyan prince would be happy to oblige.